What have I done? What have I done?
Decker stared at me, his eyes searching my face. I didn’t know what he was thinking. I never knew. He just stared at me, and for a moment, I was sure he was going to snap my neck.
Then he raised his hand.
I closed my eyes, waiting for the hit, but his hand was resting on top of my head. “I have been neglecting you for quite a bit, haven’t I? I’m sorry,”
W-What?
I opened my eyes, my chest pounding so loud I was sure I would pass out. “I don’t… I don’t understand. Aren’t you… aren’t you going to ask what I—”
“What you’re doing hasn’t brought any harm to the club. Not yet. And you also shouldn’t repeat this with anyone else. For your safety.”
“B-But we should talk about—”
“I am very disappointed in you, but I am not sure if I should be. Besides, I
